I’ve spent just the four hours writing, deleting, rewriting and then deleting blog upon blog today. Some call it ‘writer’s block’ but I’m not really a writer, am I, so it can’t be that. But I am tired mentally, as usual, and physically because of a bloody virus that’s draining all the strength out of me.

So, I’ll give up for now and merely post something to say that my writing juices have run dry.

Instead, I am going to confront my demons by going to the Bristol Harbour Festival, in which thousands of people shuffle endlessly round our beautiful harbour, eating too much, drinking too much and looking at…well…boats.

To be continued. Possibly.